Crazy Psychologist

"Of course I'll be back before the end of the month. I've been invited to attend the launching ceremony of the charity star selection at the end of the year. Do you want to come with me?"

Muchun had no idea what Zhang Wenwen was talking about, what kind of charity star selection~~~~~~~

"What time is the end of the year in your dictionary? Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, doesn't it count as the end of the year?"

Seeing that Muchun was a little anxious, Zhang Wenwen changed his playful smile and said seriously, "Did something happen in the hospital?"

"No, I always feel that you shouldn't be too far away from your patients or for too long, but maybe you and I are different, and our work responsibilities are still different."

"Okay, I can't hide it from you. I'll be flying back in a minute. We're going to spend Christmas Eve together."

After saying that, Zhang Wenwen said he had to catch a plane and cut off the video call.

Muchun continued to walk on the way back to the hospital under the dark clouds. Suddenly, an icy raindrop with the smell of concrete fell on the tip of his nose.

Then there was another drop, then two drops, the winter rain chased the cold wind. This was not the smell of Christmas. It was clearly raining during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road were in despair.

When we trotted near the hospital, the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Mu Chun could only cover a few hairs with the takeout box on his head, so when he passed Liu Mei's flower shop, Mu Chun pushed open the glass door and walked in.

"Isn't this spring? You didn't bring an umbrella?"

Liu Mei said hello cheerfully and then focused her attention on the calculator in front of her. She kept saying, "This old money wants to cheat me."

After a while, Xiao Zhang, who was only wearing a thin round-neck sweater, pushed the door open and said, "Ah, Muchun, are you here to help? The old man is almost going crazy with his work. He was still talking about you in the morning. Why is the help coming?" Get up and buy one, get one free, and when you can’t find it, there’s no one who can help.”

As Xiao Zhang spoke, he took out a few carnations and lilies with some yellowing at the tips of the petals from the vase. Liu Mei raised her head and complained, "Xiao Zhang, please be quick and just pick a few flowers." I've said it many times, this kind of flower is not for weddings or for home decoration. You can just grab a few that look different. Why are you so hesitant and so unlucky? You have to be busy with money. Even if you die, you are still dawdling here."

Xiao Zhang's lack of dexterity has always been a big problem for Xiao Zhang, but Xiao Zhang is serious and honest, and Liu Mei only nags a few words on weekdays. If Xiao Zhang is not here to help, neither Liu Mei nor Lao Qian will be able to help. Got a helpful helper.

"Speaking of which, things have been really bad recently. The winter solstice passed the day before yesterday, and another old man passed by this morning. It was like an eraser. Nine old men have died in the past two months."

"Isn't Lao Qian crazy about being busy?" Muchun said casually.

"Yes, isn't it? You are busy every day and you don't go to help him. It seems that you have found a good place to make money?"

Liu Mei raised her eyes to look at Muchun, and threw the calculator in her hand into the basket beside her angrily.

"However, they are all very old people. The oldest one is over 90 years old. They have been paralyzed in bed for several years. The children at home can't stand it anymore. Isn't it true that there are no filial sons in bedside for a long time? Old money really likes to do it. There is nothing fussy about this kind of funeral. The price is usually negotiated, and the money behind it is pretty good.

But this community used to have a long life. Recently, one after another, it feels like the old ones are gone, and it’s the turn of the semi-aging ones like us. "

Liu Mei sighed, turned around and moved a basket of white chrysanthemums to the glass door, and said to Xiao Zhang: "These will all be put into the flower basket in a moment."

As soon as Liu Mei finished explaining, she saw Lao Qian walking in. Lao Qian, whose left sleeve and clothes were all wet, saw Mu Chun when he entered the door, "Ah, Xiao Ding is amazing. It turns out that he is really a famous painter. There are many people now." People ask him to paint portraits, and I really didn’t expect that this business would be so easy to do.”

"Isn't that a lot of money divided into old money? It can be regarded as extra income. You don't have to spend much effort on this part of the income, right?"

Muchun joked with a smile.

"You can't say that. He only cares about his own makeup and painting. He has a bad sense of time and so on. I have been helping to look after him. I have to help him with everything in the funeral parlor, and occasionally treat him to a meal. , buy some milk tea snacks and the like for everyone, aren’t they all followed by me!

What does he know? He only knows how to draw. Sometimes he sees other people’s children as pitiful and doesn’t charge a penny after drawing. He even gives money to other people’s children to buy things and treat them to meals. What do you think this kind of painter is thinking about?

By the way, does Haru have time to help? I suddenly received another call. Grandpa Chen's family was gone. He was supposed to be a centenarian by the end of the year. "

As soon as Lao Qian finished speaking, Liu Mei shouted, "What? Grandpa Chen is gone? He is going to be 100 years old soon. It's still a few days away, a week, one week away from 100 years old. I still have I wish I could have a bowl of noodles and a snack or something!”

"Yeah, the 10th one. I'm a little panicked when my business is good recently. I don't rush to increase the price at all. The 1688 package is directly given to the 2288 items. It's scary when the old man dies."

Lao Qian looked very sad when he said this, and was scolded by Liu Mei, "Don't talk so eloquently about what you are talking about. Are you afraid of death? If you are afraid of death, you should stop doing business."

"It's not that I'm afraid of death." Lao Qian was tired from his work and couldn't bear to hear Liu Mei criticize him like this.

"It's not just that you're afraid of death. I'm just saying, how can a money dragon be afraid of such a thing? Don't be superstitious, believe in science."

Liu Mei suddenly put on a dashing and heroic attitude like a female scientific warrior, and Mu Chun secretly cheered.

"Chun, can you help me? I can give you some extra money, just help me keep an eye on it. I just can't get away from it. I called Jiajun yesterday, and he also said that it is the peak season recently~~~~ ~~~~ He seems to prefer going to the funeral parlor than going to other people’s homes, and he’s also a weirdo.”

“Are all these old people seriously ill?”

Muchun asked.

Lao Qian shook his head, "How should I put it? Most of them are bedridden all year round. Some have no malignant physical disease, but are paralyzed after a stroke. Some can get up and walk occasionally, and have to stay in bed most of the time. Some are young. My legs and feet are a little better, and I can occasionally go downstairs to bask in the sun, but it doesn't look like I'm going to die suddenly.

But what the elderly can’t explain is that especially in winter, the heart and brain blood vessels are very fragile. Sometimes a person with a cerebral hemorrhage will die if the rescue is not timely. "

"There are also high blood pressure and heart disease." Muchun continued.

"Yes, it's best to die of old age, but recently there have been a few elderly people who died while sleeping. They said they fell asleep after dinner in the afternoon, and then the nanny couldn't wake them up when they called at dinner."

“What does the death certificate say?”

Mu Chun asked Lao Qian and scratched his head, as if this was no problem.